Barbacoa....
So I'm off today, it's been one of day.
Woke up at about 9am, gave my dad a call because I haven't seen him in 2 weeks. Ask about breakfast as I'm prone to do with him, that and I can catch up and provide ideas on recent situations. However, he had already eaten with my sister this morning. I decide screw it I have little cash left in my accounts, so I deplete my accounts a bit. A little gas is always a good idea anymore and I also briefly consider visiting my mom followed by a very light workout done by 2-3 at the latest and I'd get to have some quality time with Brent before his work-shift. So I eat some food, drink a bit much coffee and water. Run off to the local post office for stamps, and it is on this errand that that my dad calls me. Sound good so far right? Well the cattle have been getting out- he can't get a hold of Sam and absolutely needs help. By the way it is now approximately 11:30ish. So I run off- say hi to my sister who I haven't seen much of due to my habits and proceed to run into the field wearing my infamous waffle stompers and white shorts.. yes white- ok white-ish. I get to run through harvested cornfields, not so harvested soybean fields, and the hedgerows multiple times because anytime those fuckers get lose- there is a guarantee that at least 1 is gonna be a stubborn little shit that I have to run pass, head off and repeat. So we get the cattle in and let them in our broom patch. The stubborn cow gets out again- while we're busy patching the area the cows had jumped. (I assure you his time I growled and chased her like a coyote.) So I chase her back and repair the fences (read I'm swinging a machete while I hold a hammer in the other while it's sprinkling and I'm freaking shirtless because I've been doing this task for several hours. So eventually I finish that job and shower because I've also been whacking poison ivy. Wooloolo! Well, my dad also needed another favor- he needed a ride to Towanda to pick up one of the cars that have recently crapped out on him. So I run him over there and we head back because we plan to eat shortly, however on the way hone the car crapped out again. So he calls the mechanic, settles that and then we eat around 6 pm. Then we run for smokes, I go drop him off at home because we do have one other that isn't shot just yet (brakes are hell on that fucker last I checked though). So I finally get to work on my tattoo design.. which I just finished an hour ago- and now I write this wanking post to immortalize this day that has graced my unsuspecting body with a small sense of accomplishment despite not having the chance to visit my mom but talk to her breifly on the phone, see my family and work like hell on my goddamn day off...
Now, ger`off!...
Woke up at about 9am, gave my dad a call because I haven't seen him in 2 weeks. Ask about breakfast as I'm prone to do with him, that and I can catch up and provide ideas on recent situations. However, he had already eaten with my sister this morning. I decide screw it I have little cash left in my accounts, so I deplete my accounts a bit. A little gas is always a good idea anymore and I also briefly consider visiting my mom followed by a very light workout done by 2-3 at the latest and I'd get to have some quality time with Brent before his work-shift. So I eat some food, drink a bit much coffee and water. Run off to the local post office for stamps, and it is on this errand that that my dad calls me. Sound good so far right? Well the cattle have been getting out- he can't get a hold of Sam and absolutely needs help. By the way it is now approximately 11:30ish. So I run off- say hi to my sister who I haven't seen much of due to my habits and proceed to run into the field wearing my infamous waffle stompers and white shorts.. yes white- ok white-ish. I get to run through harvested cornfields, not so harvested soybean fields, and the hedgerows multiple times because anytime those fuckers get lose- there is a guarantee that at least 1 is gonna be a stubborn little shit that I have to run pass, head off and repeat. So we get the cattle in and let them in our broom patch. The stubborn cow gets out again- while we're busy patching the area the cows had jumped. (I assure you his time I growled and chased her like a coyote.) So I chase her back and repair the fences (read I'm swinging a machete while I hold a hammer in the other while it's sprinkling and I'm freaking shirtless because I've been doing this task for several hours. So eventually I finish that job and shower because I've also been whacking poison ivy. Wooloolo! Well, my dad also needed another favor- he needed a ride to Towanda to pick up one of the cars that have recently crapped out on him. So I run him over there and we head back because we plan to eat shortly, however on the way hone the car crapped out again. So he calls the mechanic, settles that and then we eat around 6 pm. Then we run for smokes, I go drop him off at home because we do have one other that isn't shot just yet (brakes are hell on that fucker last I checked though). So I finally get to work on my tattoo design.. which I just finished an hour ago- and now I write this wanking post to immortalize this day that has graced my unsuspecting body with a small sense of accomplishment despite not having the chance to visit my mom but talk to her breifly on the phone, see my family and work like hell on my goddamn day off...
Now, ger`off!...